Yaoguang Fairy Path

Ye Shuyao sat quietly beneath the camphor tree, her gaze piercing the treetops as she gazed at the bright moon within the secret realm. She hadn't expected to glimpse such a bright moonlight even in this deep and secluded realm. A long-lost sense of tranquility welled up within her, as if she hadn't quietly gazed at the sky in a long time.

She was dressed in a red dress, its sleeves fluttering gently in the wind, forming a stark contrast to the surrounding silence. The moonlight cast upon her flawless face, adding a touch of enchantment and mystery to her, making her particularly eye-catching at this moment.

However, Ye Shuyao wasn't actually partial to red. She preferred moonlight white, a light and tranquil color that seemed to wash away the dust in her heart. But tonight, she couldn't help but think of that enchanting figure who always wore red, a figure she couldn't forget.

She spoke softly, her voice as gentle and ethereal as morning dew, with a hint of confusion: "I must be possessed by a demon." She sighed softly. She should have been happy about the upcoming reunion, but at this moment, an inexplicable contradiction surged in her heart.

She thought about meeting her beautiful Master, and that familiar, handsome face surfaced in her mind. Her heart, which should have been filled with joy, felt a sense of panic. She didn't know how to face him. The emotions hidden deep in her heart, the entanglements and memories of two lives, made her feel extremely heavy.

She was afraid that if he knew her feelings, he would change his attitude towards her and would no longer want her as his disciple. Thinking of this, a hint of sadness appeared in her eyes, as if she was bound by the memories of two lives and could not break free.

In contrast, the nearby bonfire and the sounds of laughter seemed to have nothing to do with her. She was lost in her own world, a stark contrast to the bustling and cheerful surroundings. She sat quietly, letting the moonlight fall on her, as if to become one with the tranquil night.

Ye Shuyao gently retrieved the modified Fuxi Qin from the space. Despite its altered form, the body of the instrument retained its elegant moon-like white. Her thoughts drifted back to her past life, and her favorite song—Hu Yanbin's "Moonlight"—echoed in her mind.

She gently stroked the strings, her fingers dancing across them nimbly, as if in dialogue with the instrument. The music followed, melodious and touching. She opened her lips slightly, and the lyrics of the song flowed out like a spring, her voice lingering and melodious.

Her voice, like the sound of nature, pure and melodious, intertwined with the sounds of the Fuxi Qin, like a flowing painting, breathtakingly beautiful. The surrounding scenery seemed to be infected by this wonderful music. The bonfire seemed to leap with even greater passion, as if summoned, while the wind gently brushed past, seeming to whisper, intoxicated by this moving melody.

Everyone was captivated by the sudden singing voice and stopped what they were doing. They focused their attention on Ye Shuyao and listened quietly to this moving melody they had never heard before. Everyone's face was filled with intoxication, as if they were brought into another world by this beautiful song.

Baili Lingfeng stood in the crowd, his gaze fixed on Ye Shuyao. A complex emotion flashed through his eyes. He whispered softly, "Shuyao, you're moved, aren't you? But that person isn't me after all." His voice was low, but filled with helplessness and bitterness.

Nan Lichen gently patted Baili Lingfeng's shoulder, his eyes filled with concern and worry. He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful, "Lingfeng, your heart is in turmoil. Of all things in this world, love is the most hurtful. I hope you can hold on to your original aspirations, forever like the gentle breeze and bright moon, unencumbered by love and unperturbed by worldly concerns."

Baili Lingfeng took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at Nan Lichen.

He nodded gently, his voice firm and powerful: "Brother, I understand. After I return to the sect, I will practice in seclusion to restore my mind to peace."

On this quiet night, Ye Shuyao's singing voice and the sounds of the Fuxi Qin intertwined like a brilliant starlight, illuminating the entire night sky. They complemented each other, creating a unique landscape that was intoxicating and unforgettable.

Moonlight color, woman's fragrance, tears breaking sword, how long is love

How painful it is, I have no words to think about, I have forgotten you, my lonely soul is drifting with the wind

Who will think about the infatuated lover, this battlefield of the mortal world?

Who can be the king among thousands of troops? Who dares to break through the barrier of love?

Looking at the bright moon, my heart is sad, and the eternal hatred is reincarnated

Close your eyes, who is the craziest? The impermanence of this world

Those who dare to love are destined to suffer for their whole life, moonlight color, woman's fragrance

Tears Broken Sword How long is the love, how painful is it No words to think about Forget you

The lonely soul drifts with the wind, who will think of the infatuated lover

In this mortal world, among thousands of soldiers and horses, who can be the king?

Who dares to go through the test of love? Looking at the bright moon, my heart is sad...

The song ended but the crowd did not leave, and the soul-stirring lingering sound still echoed around.

The song ended but the crowd remained. The air around them was still filled with the enchanting aftertaste, like spring water gurgling among the rocks, or like a breeze blowing through the bamboo forest, bringing coolness.

A hint of admiration flashed in Helian Yun's eyes. He nodded slightly and said softly, "I didn't expect that Junior Sister Ye's piano skills are so superb. It's really amazing."

Mo Feibai also echoed, "Not only is his qin skill superb, but his singing is also melodious and beautiful, like the sound of nature, intoxicating."

Su Xuan nodded in agreement. She smiled and said, "Yes, Miss Ye is indeed a wonderful person. Her zither skills are probably not inferior to those of the Le Sect's Longyue Sect Master."

People around were talking about it and praising Ye Shuyao's piano skills and singing. Her name seemed to have become a legend at this moment, leaving a deep impression in people's hearts.

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Li Yuru came over excitedly, her face filled with an eager smile, and held out her hand to Ye Shuyao. "Yaoyao, come quickly, let's go eat some monster meat! I heard that it was made by the most skilled barbecue disciple in our sect. It's absolutely delicious and fragrant."

Ye Shuyao came back to her senses from her own singing. She smiled slightly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She gently put away the Fuxi Qin, nodded, and gently placed her hand on Li Yuru's. She said softly, "Okay, let's go together."

The two held hands tightly and walked towards the campfire together, where an enticing aroma was wafting, making people salivate.

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